The last time I was up at my parents’ house, I was rummaging through some old personal effects, and came across an old binder of basketball cards.
It’s funny to admit this nowadays given the fact that they royally suck, and have been more or less the laughing stock of the NBA over the last decade or so, but back in the 90s, I was a huge New York Knicks fan. John Starks, Anthony Mason, Charles Oakley, Derek Harper, and of course, the franchise himself, Patrick Ewing. Loved them all. Rooted for the Knicks against everyone, including Michael Jordan and the Bulls. I felt sports-heartbreak in 1994, when the Knicks came so close, and lost to Hakeem Olajuwon’s Rockets in the Finals. Was even too young to understand the magnitude of the OJ Simpson police chase, and was more irked that a championship game was being preempted.
The point is, I had a ton of Knicks basketball cards in this binder. Primarily Patrick Ewing, because he was clearly the primary star of the team. And while flipping through the sheets and sheets of Ewing cards, I came across this particular Ewing card from a ’95-96 Fleer set.
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